the way people movethe way people move through you, leaningthe way people move9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in to tell the stories of their lives by the
places they've met you in. except you know
there's been words whited out, sentences
removed, and whole pages glued together:
secrets scrawled franticly onto transit stops
or dropped from wallets while crossing a set
of railway tracks before an early snowfall
108801PLANESCAPE108801PLANESCAPE10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your shiver-smile is exultant.
i thought that
while i waited for the
suns to fall,
i would sing quietly
of the planescapes;
and how we, hand in hand
held the rising
jewels of the eternal apex
in that void, brimming with
life and interstellar
"your shiver-smile is exultant,"
i breathed in your ear
while you frosted over
and when again the suns
did climb to their zenith,
we were seen
as nothing less than
made of superstrings
Sarcoid DreamsSarcoid Dreams8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coagulative necrosis by 4pm
of excuses to stay –
Faking a mask-like face
so you can't see my heart break
at least three times a day.
under the surface.
Waiting for the second last factor
of the cascade – while again,
your mind is elsewhere.
Karyorrhexis before bedtime
suppuration collected –
tenderness both symptom and cure.
All I can see is you,
falling asleep without a care.
Cicatrisation left for tomorrow,
tiredness gratefully borrowed.
Those excuses, once again -
clutched to my chest.
The way I want you to hold me.
- - -
In my sarcoid dreams.
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
'dreamcake''dreamcake'12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's seated in the front row, passing a blue stress ball back and forth between his hands. It shrinks and expands, shrinks and expands. He didn't win anything, but I can assume he's intellectual. He has the hair for it, all in his eyes and choppy. He's concentrating on the ball's pattern, and I want to know what stresses him out. I think about stealing one of his hands. Leaving the ball on his chair and rushing him out of the building without speaking one word.
Before I realize it they plant me on stage, nudging me towards the microphone. The echo of my voice sounds painfully young. I feel completely isolated, with my toes lined up at the tape and my mouth reading separately from my brain. The words of my so-called "art" sail into the air and fall at all the parents' feet. Their hands are folded like Origami, and their ears are shut off except for when it is their own child's moment of glory.
No one in the room is hearing what I actually mean, even those that are listening. They
F__k You, Green DayF__k You, Green Day10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Fuck You, Green Day"
sung to the tune of "Holiday" by Green Day
Hear the sound of the lyrical shame
Causing me to write this song to flame (Ghey!)
The shameful band who died in Emo's name
Billie Joe, crooning out of key
Causing me to scream in misery (Ghey!)
I plead to him to shut his mouth today
Some say this band has soul, but that's all crap and lies
We've heard your stupid song too many fucking times
Fuck you, Green Day
I remember when Green Day died
Because the band had to trash their punk-rock pride
And it was the night that I sat down and cried
The American Idiots scream
But no-one cares about your Broken Dreams
Put the band on an indefinite Holiday
Some say this band has soul, but that's all crap and lies
We've heard your stupid song too many fucking times
Fuck you, Green Day
"The representatives from America have the floor"
BIllie Joe plays political grabass
To piss and moan about government
Rips his integrity to shreds
He deserves harsh punishment
Snap crash goe
BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,Beautiful12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.
Its clear to me that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I long to take away your pain ,
But that request has been denied.
I'll stand by your side forever,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never leave you willingly,
My love will always remain true.
Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One like you does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.
Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,
Incalcuable in your worth,
Yet you give of yourself freely.
Be strong and know that you are loved,
Your trust I could never betray,
I'd hold you close comforting you,
I promise it will be okay.
RealizationRealization13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Radiant static drifts from the radioactive aura of the television.
Diminishing my pupils to pinholes of perception.
Bleeding the captions of the ten o'clock news with the dreams of death i see forthcoming.
Blah blah Blah...
Buy your American flags and your "Fuck Muslim" Bumper Stickers...
Layers of reality melt away as the hours count away like minutes.
Infomercials cloud the path of perception.
Breaking concentration into small fragments of space and time.
Spilling the contents of human comprehention all over the surrounding landscape.
Blood streaming through my veins relaying communication across the "Central Nervous System"</b>
Dial-up mindload disconnection.
Virus found // infected file ..... scaning...scaning....... Corrupt file found:: [Soul.dll] //
Reformat drive /H:/eart.
All feelings will be deleted Press cntl + Alt + $ .
Feelings wash away with the checkings of e-mails from unknown person[s].
Fiber-optic suicide televised for th
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
Understanding God IUnderstanding God I10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're such a typical woman, Lily," I said. She blew some green menthol smoke at me. It curled into my nostrils lazily and I squinted a bit.
"And what do you think you are?" The smug tone. Pursed lips.
"I'm the creator of the goddamned universe," I replied. "I deserve a break now and then, don't I?"
She took the car keys from her pocket and sauntered over to the garage, flicking her cigarette away.
"Whatever. I have to pick up the kids." She opened the door and started up the car. I stood in the doorway and watched her get in.
"Bye," I mouthed to her. She looked at me for a moment, smiled her vicious little smile, her hands on the steering wheel. She backed the car out and drove away. Our arguments were always terse, but intense. Thankfully they always ended on good notes. Lilith. Our anniversary was in a few weeks.
It was one of those weekends that never seemed to end. Just long stretches of watching summer reruns on the television, then grilling various animals and eating them in th
after dinner, afterlifeafter dinner, afterlife9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After Dinner, Afterlife
If it were you and I,
both of us
bearing crosses on our backs,
and lifted high upon our crimes
(like a Bible story
or a fairy tale from some
damned, banned book)
we'd surely be honoured
at the gates of Saint Peter,
with medals, wine, wings
and songs of praise
for our lives within fables
and our ability to conquer
with only a blind mule -
and a switch.
Rain Gods Men bring their hammers to our roof this eve,Rain Gods8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Invisible children splash in the streets;
This is what I hear,
This is what I see;
This is what guides my mind to sleep.
The rain gods drum a lazy beat,
I rest my head-- my wishes keep;
This is what I hear,
This is what they speak:
Close weary eyes and softly dream.
The silence grows, the clouds move on,
They bring with them a dewy dawn;
They lie in wait,
For when I need
Their soothing song for a gentle sleep.
Ender's RhymeEnder's Rhyme12 years ago in Open More Like This
Are more than gifted,
And the subtle balance;
Of power, is shifted.
Know more than adults,
And deep inside,
Have no hidden faults.
Are smarter than me,
And you will never know,
Because it hides where we cannot see...
By: Patrick Patin
-not titled- -at all--not titled- -at all-11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rattle of a bridge in Manhattan
just hit the streets of people going to work,
filled the air,
danced between the radio waves,
a n d
p a s t my w in d o w
I wonder what else is happening...
BerlinBerlin10 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Both of the men in the silver-colored Passat are of German heritage, though the passenger's family left for America centuries ago on an endless search for work. The driver's family has lived in Germany, if not in Berlin itself, for eight generations—his parents had to trace their lineage that far back when swastikas crawled like spiders up the walls of the Reichstag. But that was a long time ago. It is history now, history that interests both men and can be discussed without any of the enmity that once existed between their two nations of birth.
The car pulls out from its place on the cobblestone road that gives this East-Berlin suburb part of its endearing charm. Lovely two-story houses fly past, clinging to their bright summer gardens. Each house has its own history. The driver, Peter, would later tell many stories about his home, how the old Jewish couple fled from it to safety during Hitler's fortunately brief reign and how tapping wires can still be found inside, courtesy o
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.59 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
Religion Compared to ComputersChristianity is LinuxReligion Compared to Computers12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Many different variations. Some distros have little if nothing in common, and there are three main distros in circulation at the moment. Derived from Unix. A fast way of getting things done, but prone to rogue distros. Some take pain and effort to install via a text-based installation, others require no effort to get up and running.
Judaism is Unix
Often advocates of Unix can be seen with large beards. They can be hard to understand, and may sometimes appear eccentric, but they get the job done. Hard to master, which is why Unix gurus are few and far between in the modern world. Users of Unix have dwindled in number since Linux was introduced.
Islam is OSX
Seems fundamentally different from the other two but is quite similar. Shares some elements from Unix and Linux. Source code is strictly proprietary, i.e. it\'s not open source. Users of OSX argue you have to experience it for yourself
Scholar Chemist.Scholar Chemist.Scholar Chemist.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he is a scholar chemist.
plying the spray-painted suns
that seeped into my spunge-brain.
lulling at length my diluted soul--
cluttering, gland by gland, the corners
of forwarded rationale
alongside my eel river veins.
every day towards nothing and everything
i descend a step-- loading the
polluted stories i murmur to myself with his
involuntary florescence and nebulae-eyes.
[the absurdity. the error.]
i continue to re-embroider the accolades
i have offered up to him.
continue to be the vagrant--
nourishing a flesh vermin;
oh, the loom of a spirit uninhabitable.
a tinder between threads, reinforced
with the roots of my own hairs,
apparatus weaving tinsel over and in.
i had once believed that giving myself fatly
to my confessions in the
blackbird of night
would slickly loosen my eye joints;
let them mason into movement a newer
pair of hands who could tell the tales
of a heart that lengthened-longs.
yet that blackbird always flee-fli
CrazyCrazy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you curious
Do I make you think?
Does my body make you wonder?
Do I make you sweat
When I just walk by?
When you look into my eyes;
Do you see more then just color?
When I laugh;
Does it make you tremble?
Every time I'm in your presence;
Do you see everything I love,
Not just me?
Every time I touch you
Do you want to know what I'm made of?
When I speak a single word to you,
Do you feel like your life is complete?
When I don't even say a word;
Do you want to know what I'm thinking?
If you knew I wanted you to feel this way;
Would you think I was crazy?
Or would you confess
That you do?
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved